Tronnor : Hostage

Chapter 24.

14th October 2016

9:30pm

Troye's POV

"Rick." I stuttered, my mouth clenching tightly again as I uttered the name.

"Troye." He replied, his grip loosening on me, as his boys arrived.

I realised I was surrounded, locked in a deathly circle of crazed animals, desperate to devour me and my friend. I could see the array of guns, stashed beneath their jackets, and my heart beat faltered as I exhaled. Rick was staring me down, his brown eyes finally reacquainted with mine after the last few months. It seemed almost normal that I was quivering with fear, just as I always did in his presence.

I was back in the metaphorical class room, this time surrounded by no books and sharp desk corners, but armed body guards, and Kian's posey of idiots. I wouldn't be thrown against the wall until I blacked out, but shot instead, losing life slowly and painfully, as the blood loss overcame me.

That wasn't the first thought on my mind though.

I looked back at Connor, still unconscious behind me, and I feared for him the most. His defenceless frame was huddled under a Jacket, as his life slowly ebbed away. He was in the perfect position to be shot dead, and my fight to protect him, was not strong enough to overcome 3 guns and a psychotic 30 year old.

"You thought you could escape us didn't you Mellet." I was ripped away from my lucid hallucinations as Kian spoke up, stepping forward slightly, so his eyes were on mine. They showed no mercy, his glare proving to be intimidating, as he towered over me. He grabbed hold of my shoulder, and pulled me back, away from Connor's body, and smirked as I fell into my old lovers hands.

"Well isn't this quite the reunion." Rick spat, his arms locking around my torso like a metal chain, leaving me restrained again, helpless in this situation. I struggled against his grip, and began to bat my elbows against him. He only laughed at my pain, devilishly nodding his head, to signal his people.

"LET ME GO!" I pleaded, my whines of distress only fuelling his power. He had a hold over me like he always did, and he pushed my chin upwards as I begged to look away.

"This is what you get for not obeying orders Mellet. This is what you get for trying to escape." I watched, distraught, as the two men hovered over Connor, both sporting hand held revolvers, and a large silver bat. They smashed against his shoulder with one swing of it, and then began to hit him again. My incoherent yelps of leniency were no use, and I continued to fight against Rick's power, as the bat touched him again.

"STOP, YOU'RE KILLING HIM!" I screamed, pushing away as Rick suddenly let go. I fell to the floor with the force of his fury, and quickly scrambled to Connor's aid, his body now bruised and bleeding once more.

"Connor, baby, can you hear me?" I whispered, my sobs intensifying as he still laid unconscious, his breathing now laboured. "P-please w-wake u-up." I pleaded, desperately taking his hand.

"You have two options Troye." My head shifted round, so I was faced with Rick's crouching form. I could smell his familiar potent cologne, and I felt like gagging as I thought about the times I would cuddle up to it, breathe it in, as if his expensive aftershave was the only scent I knew.

"J-just d-don't k-kill him." I watched myself crumble into a messy puddle, leaning upon Connor's leg for support. Rick shook his head, and suddenly grabbed my sleeve, as this time Jc came towards us.

He and sawyer pulled Connor towards them, laying him down a few meters away. He was now out of my protection, and I felt as if I was lost again, a scared little boy who was fighting for his loved one.

"You can watch your new 'boyfriend' die, right on the spot, or you can be a good little boy, and come back with me, knowing that your good little 'friend' will survive." He was letting out his unusual cackle, and he persisted with stroking the edge of my face.

I stiffened slightly, and the anger began to ripple through my limbs.

"What will it be Troye boy?" He whispered seductively, playfully biting on the tip of my ear.

"IM NOT PLAYING ANY MORE OF YOUR GAMES, I DON'T CARE ANYMORE! SHOOT ME!" I was wailing at the top of my lungs, flailing about as Rick held me back, pulling me into his embrace. I fought and fought, just to get his hands off me, but he was playing with the curls in my hair, caressing the skin upon my cheek. His touch felt disgusting, and I shivered, as he traced parts of my body with his finger. I flinched, yanking my head away, biting hard in his finger in the process as he pushed it to my lips. His grip suddenly tightened, and he pulled my head hard, hurting the muscles in my neck.

"You shouldn't have done that Troye boy." He whispered, winking at me with his intimidating smoulder. "Remember what happens when you play me about like this." I gulped, waiting for my punishment. His arms would usually suffocate me, his kicks often making me scream, but there was no punishment that he could give me, that would hurt me anymore than I was hurting right now.

I couldn't have been more wrong.

"Shoot him." Rick ordered, raising his eyebrows in disgust, as I suddenly began to panic. My breathing turned into laboured pants, and I started to scream like a wild man, as his long and bony finger didn't point at me, but at Connor instead.

"NOOOO!" I wailed, watching as the trigger was set, Kian, stood behind it with a devilish smirk, slowly edging to pull it. I scrunched my eyes shut and covered my face, just waiting for the noise of the explosive bullet.

*BANG*

It all happened so quickly, and before I could look up again, I heard the deafening scream, of not Connor but Kian Lawley.

My eyes widened in disbelief as I saw my captor, lying on the ground, drenched in the burgundy red liquid, pouring out of his stomach like a volcanoes lava. I was in a state of pure shock, as was Rick, when we both tentatively looked up.

Stood there crying, cradling a precious armed weapon, was one person I didn't expect to try and save the day.

Sawyer Hartman.

A/N

Okay so you better be bloody thankful, I am really busy, and I literally don't have any time now until the weekend, but after the amount of people demanding that I update this started to grow, I managed to take an hour off to write a chapter.

So he grateful, because the whole thing has caused me a lot of stress and anxiety! I hate being put under pressure guys, I'm not a very strong person!

Also, that fight scene has only just begun.

It's not ending yet ;)

I will hopefully see you again this weekend.

Becca xx